Jesus called me the other day
On speakerphone.
Interestingly,
His voices sounded like
Friends of mine from church.
“I have a job I’d like you to do.”
I saw Jesus smiling the other day.
His face was that of a child,
Who picked up a backpack
Containing food lovingly packed.
The smile accompanied knowledge
That he would eat this weekend.
I heard Jesus crying the other day.
Grief, shock and pain were
Intermingled in his lament
Carried with the wind,
All the way from Haiti,
He was crying for help.
Jesus hugged me the other day.
His arms were those of a little girl
Always delighted to see me.
Her enthusiastic love for me
Reminds me of his love.
His touch sustains me when I am feeling worn.
I had breakfast with Jesus the other day.
He looked a lot like my best friend.
As we ate we talked and listened,
Each to the other.
Sometimes we sat in silence.
Being together was enough.
Jesus welcomed me home the other day.
He greeted me with a kiss
And supper kept warm in the oven.
He called to me from the other rooms,
“Hi Mom!” “Hi Mom!”
He loves me. This I know.
~Sally Hoelscher